Manic By Design

Too fast! It hurts! It travels at lightspeed! Ruins calm. More than I need! Help me please! This monster brings me to my knees! Wild eyed. Animal's panic. No reason. Life is just Titanic. Too much to see, need, read. Copious substance. Im a glutton when I feed. I would give anything to be basic! I would give anything to erase it! This twisted mind is my gift. Still it warps my heart. Tears it bit by bit. I feel it as physical pain. Shakey hand searching in vain. Sanity sand in cerebral hourglass. Answer me! How long will this last?! Broken record of my life. Deathmarch tune of it's fife. Calls me from slumber often. Hoping in time it will soften. Harsh assault on my senses. God hated me enough to give this sentence. I'll see him someday. I have a few things to say. Why was this spell cast upon me!? Too much for any brain to see! My central motor runs too fast! How long can the hardrive last?! Sometimes I think of my creator. A hand deserving a slap! Made a creature crave love and calm. You loaded him with a confusing psalm. Pulled from the inside out. To many directions to account. Sleeplesly I suffer at night! I weep!...enduring the blight. Panic stricken I'm too full! Why can't my life be more dull?! Why can't the thoughts be culled?! Everything is overly mulled! I just want to rest and find respite. I'm too tired to put up a fight. Give me slumber, its not fair! Show me, god, that you even care! I feel wind scattered. Its never really mattered. I sullenly sit completely shattered. This is my life's chatter. Often this feeling makes me feel crazy! Respect me the truth! Why and for what did you design me!? Answer me! Where is the key! You gave me this foreign map. I can't read it! My mind slips darkly, And I dont even know how to bereave it. So I stumble on. Sanity taking hit after hit. Either you're dead or you don't see. Pretty lame product, For such an exorbitant fee. I guess it will run it's course. My manic mind tortures with extraordinary force. You left me again, on my own! ...........Maybe you're not there. ............You never answer the phone! Maybe, I speak to the air. I guess we all live and die... having existed... .......quite alone. -Angel Fatale-